Quotes from Mitch Albom

Timing is everything. That´s right. Which is why our sages tell us to repent exactly one day before we die. But how do you know it´s the day before you die? I asked. He raised his eyebrows. Exactly

Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness.

We're gonna make up for that. We're gonna live a long time together.

I lived, Dor said, but I was not alive.

What is false about hope?

So many times I feel I'm using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress every day. So boring!

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else.

Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily... and the other ends badly.

You really loved her?' 'I would have given my life.' 'Would you have taken it?' 'No, child,' he said. 'That is not ours to do.

I believe in being fully present. That means you should be with the person you're with. ... I am talking to you. I am thinking about you.

What in life can love not penetrate? Mabel Hubbard, deaf since childhood, gave Alexander Bell a piano as a wedding gift and asked that he play it for her every day, as if his music could pierce her silence. Decades later, at Bell's deathbed, it was his wife who made the sounds, saying the words, "Don't leave me," while he, no longer able to talk, used sign language to answer, No.

That is often why you come to music, isn't it? To feel that you are not alone?

Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days. Since everyone was going to die, he could be of great value, right? He could be research. A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me.

Aging is not just decay, you know, its growth.

What is it?" "A prayer." "For a child?" She nodded. "For me?" Another nod. "On a tree?" "Trees spend all day looking up at God.

O amor perdido não deixa de ser amor. Apenas assume uma forma diferente. Não conseguimos ver o sorriso da pessoa amada, ou levar-lhe comida, ou mexer-lhe nos cabelos, ou rodopiar com ela numa pista de dança. Mas quando esses sentimentos enfraquecem, há outro que se sublime. A memória. A memória torna-se nossa companheira. Alimenta-nos. A vida tem um fim. Mas o Amor não.

He wondered how it was fair that your dying should depend so much on when you were born.

He did not know that the child who had asked for yesterday was now seeking to own tomorrow.

Talent is a piece of God's shadow. And under that shadow, human stories intersect.

This world can be a trying place, Inspector. Sometimes you have to shed who you were to live who you are.

He was near tears, 'Who do I blame?' he kept asking me. 'There is no God.I can only blame myself.' The Reb's face tightened, as if in pain. That, he said, softly, is a terrible self-indictment. Worse than an unanswered prayer? Oh yes. It is far more comforting to think God listened and said no, than to think that nobody's out there.

Before you measure the years, you measure the days. And before the days, you measure the moon.

Please do not leave me, he thought. He could not bear a world without Alli. He realized how much he relied on her from morning until night. She was his only conversation. His only smile. She prepared their meager food and always offered it to him first, even though he insisted she eat before he did. THey leaned on each other at sunsets. Holding her as they slept felt like his last connection to humanity.

Perdonare Forgive Yourself)